Bonjour again, lovely readers! *lowers voice* I managed to give France the slip, but he's a stalker, so I have to get this over with quick! I would like to thank SilverMoonKitty and Microwaves for favoriting and Microwaves again for reviewing too. You guys? Awesome. And with that word comes one of those pervy jokes I promised.

Like good Hetalia fans, we know that Prussia proclaims himself to be awesome, right? Well the other day I saw an outdated cereal commercial that proudly said about its product, "It's a mouthful of awesome!" Keeping Prussia in mind, I challenge you to think of all possible meanings of that phrase... and NOT die laughing or blushing if you're a Prussia fan-girl.

Anyways, on to the chapter! Oh, and as with all my other stories, review replies are at the end of the chapter.

~Day Two - Truth or Dare~

Morning arrived, and I discovered that Spain had a schedule I could live with, unlike America. Here in the land of sexy speech, people did not have to wake up and head to work at such ridiculous hours as 6-8 A.M.; rather, everyone chilled out until... eh, maybe 10, and then got ready to open up shop at 11. As I said, that is definitely something I could deal with for the rest of my life. Feeling much more upbeat than usual due to my added hours of sleep, I pulled myself out of my bed (and a very nice, soft, plushy bed it was. Wouldn't mind one of those back home!) and walked over to the chest of drawers that I'd crammed all my junk in.

"Whiiich one, whiiiich one?" I asked aloud in a sing-song voice, looking at my clothing options. Blue jeans and pot leaf belt were a given, but which shirt? Blue and gray striped strappy-thingy with built in bra, lime green (hehehe... lime...) tank top, or white tank top and meshy peach overshirt? ...Eh, too lazy to find a real bra. Strappy-thingy reigns victorious!

Again, cheerful thanks to the extra rest, I did a random dance down the hallway to the living room thing, singing snatches of random Shakira songs as I went until I decided on Good Stuff. Ah, such a pervy song, but so awesome because of it! "Tell me all your wishes, I am here to make 'em true; Don't wonder; You don't have to rub a lamp 'cause I'll take care of you; Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows; Tell me what you think, I'm one of your kind; You know a girl like me is difficult to find; I bet you've never seen nothing like this before, I bet you've never met someone who loved you more; You know that I'm a witch and I can read your mind, boy; Where do I have to sign? I'm on b-AAAAAAHHHHH!"

In case you were wondering, my song was ended prematurely when I found myself in the living room with all those present (China, Japan, Switzerland, Russia, England, Italy, and the wavy-haired rapist himself) watching me shake my bum. That wasn't what made me scream, though. No, the reason behind that was a pale dude with silver hair and red/purple eyes (and a tiny yellow bird on his head...? Eh, whatever.) standing in the middle of the room, wearing tight black pants and no shirt. DAAAAAAAAANG was he hot stuff! Naturally, I broke off what I was doing and ran towards him at top speed to glomp him. "PPRRUUSSIIAAAAAAA!" I screeched. It was the first time I had seen him, but as I mentioned, we were briefed on every representative, even those who weren't present yesterday. There was no one else he could be!

Now, being his 'awesome' self, Prussia AKA Gilbert caught me as I glomped him, then proceeded to raise one shiny silver eyebrow at me. "Who the heck are you?" And, being one of the Bad Touch Trio, his eyes dropped from my face and he smirked. "Kesesese... And-"

"AAH! Prussia, mi amigo, put her down!" Spain shrieked, having come into the room. He hurried over and tried to snatch me, but Prussia jumped away, still hanging onto me. At this point I decided that maybe glomping Prussia wasn't the greatest idea in the world, but, at the same time, I now had a hot German and a sexy Spaniard fighting over me in an odd way... Which, let me tell you, was more awesome than said Germ himself. ...Yes, I call them Germs. It's just more fun that way. And speaking of Germs, who should walk into the room but Ludwig? The buff blondie's expression went hard like steel when he saw me in his brother's grasp, and immediately - no, seriously, I blinked and he was there - he was right next to Gilbert, clonking him on the head with his heavy fist and yanking me out of his arms. He didn't bother to help me land on my feet, but Antonio was there to stabilize me, instantly jabbering something about 'was I alright', to which I responded in the positive.

The votes are in - Antonio Carriedo wins.

"Ow, West, o- HEY! OOWWWW!"

"Vhat do you zink you ver doing? Idiot!"

It was to this scene of Antonio holding me and Germany pretty well kicking Prussia's butt that Angel and Alfred entered, engrossed in a video game-related conversation until they saw what was going on. Upon that, Angel raised an eyebrow at me; her expression said that she KNEW whose fault this was and if I screwed up again while she was watching, we'd be copying the brothers. America just laughed that Prussia was getting his butt handed to him. Then, just like that, we all got bored, and after raiding the kitchen for anything that might be edible, (meaning we didn't so much as glance at the scones) we returned to the living room, now joined by pretty much everyone else. Still bored and not knowing how to alleviate the feeling, we all just sat there staring at the walls, ceilings, and/or eachother. And THEN, America said it.

"Hey, yo, dudes! Wanna play Truth or Dare?"

Let the games begin. Mwahahahahahaha.

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"Whooooo's going first~?" Alfred sang out, looking at everyone expectantly and pouting when he didn't see any volunteers. "Alright, fine! I'll just have to pick somebody!" He assumed a serious, contemplative expression that looked extremely wrong on his face and regarded us all as we sat in our huge circle in the floor. "...England!" he yelled out suddenly, flinging a hand out and pointing his finger at the thickly eyebrowed man. "Truth or dare?"

Captain KIRKland (Stardate: 23...54...point...8) put his hands up and shook his head. "Oh, no, Alfred; I'm not participating in this rot-"

"Scaredy cat, scaredy cat! England is a scaredy cat!"

Obviously, Alfred really knew how to push the other blonde's buttons, because Arthur's expression went from 'no fuzzing way' to 'bring it on, sasuke' in about 0.5 seconds. ...Oh, yeah. Angel and I substitute 'Sasuke' for '***ch', because the world knows he is. Anyway, moving on. "Alright, fine," England said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Dare."

I have never seen a more devious look on anyone's face before in my life - and I practice those in front of my mirror. "Hahahaha! Alright then... I dare you to-"

"Bite France's man-boob!" I shouted, barely containing laughter at the mortified expression and demented smirk on England and France's respective faces. "Do it, do it, do it!"

Angel shot me a dark look, like 'I can NOT believe you just said that', but she didn't actually say anything. 2 points for me! America, meanwhile, grinned demonically, quite clearly approving of my suggestion. "Do it, Iggy," he said, pointing at everyone's favorite rapist. "Bite France."

"MAKE HER BITE FRANCE!" the Brit sputtered, waving his arms frantically in my direction.

"Ahahaha, no way, dude! The dare was for YOU! You did agree to play, England," Alfred reminded his childhood caretaker, shaking a finger at him. "Now come on, bite France or chicken out and show everybody that you're a wuss. Which is it gonna be?"

This, my friends, is when I learned that Prussia truly is as awesome as he claims to be. Sitting next to England in the circle, he let out a psychotic laugh and shoved said man across the circle towards the rapist. Now, it just so happened that England screamed when he was pushed, which, by definition, meant his mouth was open. I'm sure you can guess what happened when he crashed into France, right? ...No? Well, he didn't bite his man-boob - it was a liplock, and let me just say that even my somewhat pilgrim-y cousin laughed at the look on England's face when he managed to get away from France (who, frighteningly enough, didn't seem to mind). This face said that he would like nothing more than to go crawl in a hole and die... But aside from the occasional giggle at him as he rocked back and forth on the couch (having run from the circle immediately), we didn't pay England any more attention, because now it was Prussia's turn!

"Truth o-"

"DARE! Kesesese!"

"Okaaay... um... Hah! Kiss Nikki!"

Nikki perked up at this slightly - no, I didn't forget that Nikki is me - though I did momentarily forget that Spain had won the man contest about an hour ago. Prussia did his laugh again and came across the circle towards me, only to be pushed back by none other than the Spaniard, who was scowling fiercely. "Something else, America," he demanded. Right about then, I got irritated and shoved past him toward Gilbert.

"Get over it," I said scathingly, not caring about the sad/hurt/betrayed/seriously ticked off look he gave me. "You don't own me! Finish your dare, Prussia." The silver-haired Germ readily complied, leaving me thinking that dares like that sucked for being such a tease, Angel shaking her head, and Antonio looking pointedly in another direction.

The dares that came afterwards were pretty amusing; Japan had to take his shirt off and hug Italy, Germany was forced to play the awkward foot game with France, China had to sit next to Russia for the rest of the day (he quivered the whole time, much to our amusement), Italy spent more than an hour playing 'Find Canada' (he was right next to Russia, by the way), and, of course, Canada's epicness.

"Okay! Canada's turn!" Alfred said, making some dramatic hand motions towards the quiet representative. "Truth or dare?"

"T-truth," he replied, clutching a polar bear plushie close to his chest. There was a collective groan from almost everyone in the room; truth is so boring! Alfred sighed at his twin brother, hanging his head, but quickly looked back at him with a menacing gleam in his eyes.

"Alright, bro, you asked for it. Have you ever smoked dope before! Everyone knows that you've always got the best o' the best!"

Panic flitted across Canada's features. "N-no!" he exclaimed (meaning that his voice actually reached a normal volume). "No, I haven't-"

"LIAAHHH!" I screamed, jumping to my feet and thus surprising everyone. "You liieeeee!" Boldly, I marched across the room to stand in front of Canada, pulling the all-too-familiar bundle of buds (that just happened to smell of pineapples and honey), broken up and packed in a pretty glass pipe with a hole on one side and a little bubble of blue glass on the other, and blue flame emblazoned lighter out of my back pocket. Lighting the plant matter, I then proceeded to dance like a Dusk, waving the stuff in front of Canada's face. "You know you want iiiiiit!" The small trail of smoke drifted up from the glowing bit. I felt my face fall, so I took it and with one end to my lips, put the flame back to the plant pieces and sucked in, hard.

I didn't really have to look to know that the other people in the room were giving me a 'WTFuzz-where-did-that-come-from' look; I could feel it. ...Except for Angel. She, being used to this, was completely unaffected. I didn't really care anymore though, so I blew the smoke in Canada's face. Nobody but me noticed the small breath he took when the grey-colored haze fanned around him. However, everyone HAD to notice when the swirled glass was suddenly snatched out of my hand by the quiet blonde, who was currently regarding the contents of said glass with an expression like that of Gollum to the Ring. Needless to say, Canada and I had some interesting conversations after that.

Given our state, we missed pretty much the rest of the dares; we were honestly just starting to make sense out of the world again when we heard someone say "Let's call it a day, hm?" A murmur of agreement ran through the circle, which quickly ceased to exist as the people who had been creating it got up and shuffled off. Now, stoned though I had been, there was one thing that I hadn't been able to help noticing.

Antonio hadn't so much as looked at me since I let Prussia kiss me. And the look in his pretty green eyes was decidedly depressed.

~Night of the Second Day (36 Hours Remain XD)~

"I'm sad," I remarked to Angel, lying spread-eagled on her bed and staring up at the ceiling. She made a huffy kind of sound and pushed me into the floor, where I landed in a jumbled heap and didn't bother un-jumble myself.

"Serves you right," she said in a haughty, yet airy tone of voice as she plopped onto the bed herself. "Honestly, what'd you expect, kissing that Germ? Inigo Montoya was bound to be displeased, especially seeing as how he specifically asked for a different dare."

I just sighed, feeling carpy from knowing she was right. I mean, yeah, Prussia's kisses were (you're gonna hate me) awesome, if that one was any indication, but he was all... Prussia-y. Meaning self-entitled and kind of annoying and... just... look, even if I'd only known him for a couple of days, Antonio cared, okay? And in my moment of mental void, I forgot that. Thus, I was sad for making him sad, and really wanted to do something about it. But what?

As if she could read my mind (which I wasn't entirely sure she couldn't), Angel slid off into the floor beside me and poked my shoulder. "Y'know..." she said contemplatively, "Alfred told me earlier that they were going to have a meeting tomorrow morning about... worldly concerns. He showed me the conference room..."

"...And what?" I asked, finally flopping over to look at her. There was a smirk almost worthy of me (oh no, I've got Prussia syndrome...) beginning to stretch across her face, which made me wonder if I wanted to know what kind of things she was scheming.

"Wweeellll... There's a big, oval table with a round hole in the middle big enough for someone to move around, and, quite inexplicably, a pole that either goes from the ceiling to the floor or the floor to the ceiling..."

I blinked. "You're not suggesting...?"

She smiled sweetly, a halo appearing over her head - and landing on the horns sticking out of her hair. "He did buy you a pretty outfit... And I'm sure I can get Alfie-"

"Alfie?" I interrupted despite myself. She blushed faintly.

"Yes, Alfie," she said defensively. "Anyway... I'm more than certain I can get him to help us get you in there..."

I forced myself into a seated position and clapped the nineteen year-old virgin on the shoulder, grinning at her. "And here I thought you were the innocent one," I said, only half-joking. "Obviously, I've rubbed off on you. Your plan rocks; let's do it!"

~Day Three - The Conference~

As promised, when the next morning arrived, all our favorite representatives marched off to the conference room, leaving Angel and myself with nothing to do... except, of course, prepare me for my 'get Antonio back' plan. This consisted of me getting into the sexy Spanish outfit he had bought me that first day, Angel attacking my hair with brushes, combs, and other implements of destruction, and, just when I thought things couldn't get worse, Angel attacking my FACE with make-up. Normally I do that myself, but today my cousin insisted that she be the one to apply the junk, saying that it had to be flawless. I just kind of shrugged at that and let her do what she would; it wasn't like I could argue with one of the world's most OCD perfectionists. All in all, getting me ready took somewhere around two annoying hours, but again, I couldn't really argue or complain if I wanted to patch things up with my chico caliente. ...Look, I learned some Spanish! Aren't you proud of me? ...Ahem. Anyway...

Angel scurried down the hallway beside me, jabbering the specifics of the plan to me for the umpteenth time. I am not ashamed to say that I wasn't listening; MY plan was to go in there, look good, and wing it from there. When we made to the rather impressive door that was the entryway to the conference room, Angel tapped on said door with her fingernails three times. Mere seconds later, we heard the familiarly spazzy voice of Alfred (Alfie, I corrected myself sarcastically, throwing Angel a look out of the corner of my eye and miraculously resisting the urge to lick her) yelling out something that made everyone else groan/grumble irritatedly. The door opened partially, and while Alfred stood in the doorway making excuses, I slithered into the room on my hands and knees, making my way under the table to the pole in the middle of the room. The door closed - and that was my cue.

"Sexy can I?"

I started my music, because what's pole dancing without some tunes? ...Oh come on, don't give me that look! It's not like I'm stripping here, just dancing! ...OH, you just wanted to know where the music came from? Hehe, I knew that... Knowing that I would need music, I brought my MP3 player and speakers in with me. So, we all clear now? Good. Moving on!

Grabbing onto the pole, I spun around and pulled myself up in the process, finally stopping when I was facing Spain. His expression was kind of a 'WTFuzz', but after I leaned back, both hands on the pole and one leg off the floor resting on it, and said in as sexy a voice as I could manage, "Hola, Señor," he looked very pleased with what he saw. A smirk spread across his face as I began my epic [fail] dance, consisting mostly of me spinning around the pole and shaking my butt every few seconds, though I threw some chest movement in there too. I had reached the middle of the song and was really starting to have fun when the unthinkable happened: I stretched out my leg and, smooth move, exlax, hit my MP3. Calm down; I didn't break it or anything, but something almost as bad happened. The song changed.

Now, instead of panicking like other people would have done when my music cut off in favor of another song, I simply... improvised. In other words, I let go of the pole and started what Angel referred to as butt-dancing (I'm sure you can figure it out) while singing along and directing the lyrics at the first person I could think of that it fit - England.

"Tell me what you think ya' lookin' at?

So I think I'm Queen Elizabeth!

And now I'm stuck inside ya' memory

That's why it's so hard to get rid o' me

I am incredible, so unforgettable

So no one can take my place

I am unbreakable, highly flammable

So, girl, get out my face

Oh my gosh I'm goin' crazy

Maybe 'cause we're so amazing

Everybody in a daze and that's the reason why they hatin'

Treat us like some superstars

And only 'cause that's what we are

You know we goin' really far

And y'all ain't even heard it all

You hate 'cause I'm a rock star

(A rock star)

A pretty little prop girl

(Uh-huh)

You hate 'cause I'm a rock star

(A rock star)

A pretty little prop girl

(Uh-huh)

You hate me 'cause I'm everything that you ever wanted to be

And that I'm lyin' 'cause I love it when you're lookin' at me

'Cause I'm a rock star

(A rock star)

'Cause sucker I'm a rock star

(A rock star)

Keep lookin' at me!"

I have to say, Arthur Kirkland makes some really epic faces. The rest of the room noticed this too, because they were all laughing at him... or, y'know, maybe they were laughing at me. Eh, whatever. The meeting was declared over by a somewhat red-faced Germany, who regarded me with new... respect? Must not have met many people who were as awesomely shameless as me; then again, how many are ther- DANG IT I'VE GOT PRUSSIA SYNDROME! Anyway, people began to file out of the room, either grinning or shaking their heads at me as they did until the only ones left were Spain and yours truly. He still had that smirk on his face as he stood there, waiting for me to crawl across the table, whereupon he plucked me off the edge of it and set me on the floor, holding onto my hips.

"Gracias, Señorita," he said in a deep-ish tone of voice that nearly melted me. "But can I ask one more thing?"

"...Hmm?" I managed to respond.

He leaned down closer, his smirk widening as he commanded quietly, "No more kissing unless the one you're kissing is me."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Hmm," I said, pretending not to be sure about that. "I don't know... Are you any good?" Again he leaned down, but this time his lips found mine.

Screw Prussian kisses. NOTHING beats a Spaniard.

~England~

Arthur shook his head, one hand massaging his temples. As similar as they were, Monique and Prussia would be the death of him yet - unless that bloody Frog beat them to it, of course. Speaking of Monique - if she was in the conference room, where was her cousin? The blonde stopped dead in his tracks. She showed up right after America left the meeting! What if he's-? Cutting that thought short, he took off at a run down the hall, cursing America. Without a doubt, he'd run off with that girl!

He sprinted towards America's room, fully expecting to find them there, but much to his surprise, the room was empty. Had they gone to hers? Again, he dashed down the hall, becoming thoroughly puzzled when Angel's room was devoid of glasses-wearing teenagers as well. Where could they have gone? he wondered, his thick eyebrows knitting as a frown creased his forehead. Still pondering this odd little mystery, Arthur began to walk, simply following his feet rather than focusing on where they were taking him. It was in this way that the Brit found himself close to the kitchen, but no closer to an answer-

"Mmm... Alfred..."

-that is, until he heard the familiar voice from the other side of the wall and nearly jumped out of his skin. Images of the two blondes making out sprang up instantly in his mind, and he himself sprang around the corner, fully intending to hit America upside the head a few times (A/N: Smack, smack, smack! XD), but he stalled out when the scene before him was not like the one he had envisioned. A container of ice cream sat open on the counter; Alfred was attacking its contents with a spoon and putting them into a bowl. Meanwhile, Angel, already holding a bowl and spoon of her own, danced about happily.

"This is so yummy! I've never tried this flavor before!" she exclaimed happily, almost squealing in ice-cream-loving delight.

"Haha! I know, right? This is one of my favorites!"

England sighed and slumped with his back against the wall, hand to his head once again. You're getting paranoid, old boy.

~MOVIE NIGHT!~

It was a dark and stormy night... no, really. A random thunderstorm decided to come pay us a visit, and let me tell you, it meant business. Howling wind, rain lashing against the windows, and frequent lightning strikes with resulting crashes of thunder were what it brought with it, which ruled out the tour of the city at night we had been discussing earlier in the day. Thus, I took it upon myself to offer an alternative course of action when a somewhat sad-looking Italy asked, "What are we-a going to do-a now, Veee~?"

I glanced towards a random bookshelf that just happened not to have books on it - no, it had something even better! I jumped up off the couch, where I had been happily snuggled in Antonio's arms, snatched the first two cases I saw that looked even halfway interesting, and held them up over my head like I was in a Zelda game. ...Without the levitating part, though. If I ever figure out how to do that, I'll be sure to let you in on the secret too. "MOVIE NIGHT!" I screeched at the top of my lungs; I think I busted Switzerland's eardrums, and probably Japan and China's too. Eh, whatever.

My suggestion was met with smiles, nods, and a "Fuzz yeah!" from Prussia. I grinned, pleased with myself, and ran over to the DVD player, stuffing the first disc in without even looking at what it was. Then I had to launch an expedition to find the lost remote - not surprising, considering the place was full of guys. However, I am still kind of lazy, so I enlisted Germany, Italy, Spain and England to help me look, meaning that I made them search the room while I gave everyone else their orders.

"OKAY peoples, let's get this thing rolling! America! Dude, go get us whatever junky snacks you can find!" He grinned, nodded, and dashed off to the kitchen. "Switzy, Francy-pants! Push all the couches and chairs so they make a big semi-circle in front of the TV!" Reluctantly and because of the death glare I shot them, they obeyed. "Canada! Grab some pillows so we can all get more comfortable, 'cause I dunno about y'all but sitting on that couch for extended periods of time makes my butt hurt!" With an adorable, innocent little smile, the not-so-innocent Canada hurried out of the room. "China-" I started, but was interrupted by Italy's delighted call and thus forgot what I was saying.

"Nikki, I found it! Veee~!"

"SHWEEET!" Roughly seven minutes found the lights turned out, us all piled up on the comfy-fied furniture, me next to Antonio (duh) and Angel next to Alfred (bigger duh), and the majority of us munching on some sort of unhealthy food. "RIGHT! So! Everybody ready?" I asked loudly, waving the remote around. There was a flurry of movement and mumbled responses that I took to mean yes. Grinning triumphantly, I pressed the sideways triangle button that represented 'PLAY' and squeed gleefully as the movie started. I heard laughter from behind me; immediately afterwards, arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

"You," Antonio said quietly, breathing on my ear and making me wriggle. Hey, it tickled!

"Me?" I asked. He laughed again and put his chin on my shoulder.

"You are cute." Ah, I do love my Spaniard!

30 minutes later...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Half the room's occupants shrieked, but none louder than myself. Idiot that I am, I unknowingly put in The Amityville Horror for us all to watch, and, as you might have gathered, I was currently screaming my head off. It did NOT help that the thunderstorm was still unleashing its fury, and it REALLY DIDN'T HELP that the house in movie looked freakishly like the house I had grown up in as a child. (A/N: No joke; if you stood in the backyard at her old house and looked at it, the resemblance would be uncanny. SCARY CARP, MAN.) Thanks to this fact, I was thinking back to some odd occurrences in my youth: noises that my family didn't make, and, and-

"WHAT IF SHE WAS IN MY CLOSET WHEN I WAS LITTLE?" I screamed across the room at Angel, scared out of my mind - well, until I saw what was happening on her end of the couch. My terror was temporarily forgotten from seeing her predicament. Turns out? Alfred is terrified of ghosts, a fact which he shamelessly made us aware of.

"NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-OH-MY-FUZZING- NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! TELL ME THAT DIDN'T EVER ACTUALLY HAPPE- AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

America cried out in fear at the images on the screen, and, unable to watch any more, threw his arms around Angel's middle and buried his face in her chest. Have I mentioned to you yet that Angel - who is almost TWENTY - has never been in a relationship before? Yeah. Given this fact, I'm sure it's not surprising to you that the sudden, somewhat intimate contact had her face glowing such a bright red that I could see it despite the darkness in the room. "Alfred-!" she tried to protest, but she was drowned out by more screams. Hearing these sounds of horror, I turned my attention back to the screen - and joined everyone else, letting out a blood-curdling shriek.

Some amount of time later, during a rather quiet and uneventful scene, all eyes in the room traveled back to Alfred and my cousin, who apparently couldn't take that contact anymore. "Get off!" she exclaimed, making a few of us jump as she pushed him away. The puppy-dog face he gave her said very clearly, 'Betrayed!'

"B-but-" he stammered, reaching out towards her with one shaky hand.

"But nothing!" she said, drawing her knees up. "You cannot possibly be THAT scared of a MOVIE; you just wanna stick your face in my boobs! Stay over there, perv!"

I honestly thought the boy was gonna cry there for a minute, but, again, I lost most of my interest in the two of them as a loud crash came from the direction of the television, grabbing our attention once again. Predictably, more screaming ensued, and after a few minutes, Alfred actually did start crying from sheer terror. Being that she is secretly soft-hearted (and realizing that he couldn't be faking), Angel tapped him on the shoulder [here he squealed and flew a foot off the couch] and opened her arms, inviting him back. In a fraction of a second, they were right back where they started.

At long last, the movie ended, leaving us in silence save for the sounds of the continuing thunderstorm. I chanced a glance around the room; the only people who weren't trembling and/or didn't have a disturbed expression on their faces were Germany, Russia, Japan, and my own traitorous relative. How dare she not be scared when I was freaked slap out of my mind? Before I could voice this outraged thought to her, she pushed America out of her lap again and strode leisurely over to the DVD player, removing the disc.

"You guys are hilarious to watch horror movies with," she informed us all as she put it back in its case and slid it back onto the shelf. "Really, that was great. You should have seen some of your faces!"

"Weren't you scared at all?" Alfred asked in a quivery voice.

Dang girl shook her head and smiled at him, waving a hand. "Please. You're talking to the girl who went through a phase of checking out nothing but ghost stories from the library when she was a child - and enjoyed them." She grabbed the other movie case and peered at it in the light the TV provided, then smirked and looked at me. "You," she said, holding back laughter, "are a glutton for punishment."

I clung to the first thing I could grab - which turned out to be Antonio's arm. "WHY?" I shrieked at her as she placed the second movie in the mechanical device. "WHAT IS THAT ONE?"

Calmly and infuriatingly, she went back to her spot on the couch, getting into as comfortable a position as she could with Alfred hanging onto her again before answering. "You picked The Crazies," she said nonchalantly, but I could see the smirk come back.

"And what is that about?" I asked warily, shrinking back slightly against Antonio. After wrestling his left arm out of my grasp, he slid them both around me in a comforting embrace.

The smirk became a full-fledged sadistic grin. "Your favorite movie monsters~!" Angel practically sang, bursting out into laughter when I screamed, "ZOMBIES?" as loudly as I possibly could. My Spaniard's hug just lost all its comforting powers.

America perked up, coming out of his 'hiding place'. "Zombies?" he asked in a hopeful tone of voice. "Not ghosts?"

She shook her head, still grinning at me. "No ghosts, Alfie. Just... ZOMBIES, NIKKI! !"

I hate you, I thought at her savagely. Perhaps proving that she can read my mind sometimes, she started laughing - and, so did Alfie. ...I'm sorry; that nickname and the fact that she uses it is just... no. Just no. "Great!" he exclaimed happily, releasing his hold on Angel and getting comfy. "Zombies, I'm good with." Tell me, is it just me or does she look depressed at the loss of contact? ...Wait, I don't care! She should suffer for putting it in after she saw what it was, suffer! Of course, I'm the one with the remote; I could just-

"The menu's been on for like, three minutes! Start the movie already!" Prussia said impatiently, lunging across the couch and snatching the remote out of my hands. Click, came the condemning noise, and the nightmare began.

Some 2 hours later...

Music started to play, devoid of sound effects, and I gathered that the credits were finally rolling. Desperately hoping I was right, I turned my head to look at the screen instead of Antonio's shirt. Names were indeed scrolling past, and I let out a sigh of relief, giving a little shudder. "Man, I hate zombies," I complained.

"She got a corpse under her bed; She had her fun, but now he's dead-"

"SHOOOOOSH!" I screeched at Angel, squeezing my eyes shut and flailing wildly in her direction. "Do NOT sing House of 1000 Corpses at me after what we just watched!"

I heard her scoff. "Please," she said, and I could practically hear her roll her eyes. "You didn't even watch half of it, little miss scaredy-cat!"

And at this, I had to open my eyes back and send her my best death glare. "Oh, and I assume you saw the whole thing?" I asked acidly. My glare deepened when I saw her sitting in America's lap, leaning back against his chest with his arms loosely around her middle and a smile on both their faces. Well, don't YOU TWO look cozy? I thought at them scathingly. Then again, I guess I can't really say anything; I did just spend like, 4 hours snuggled up with Spain...

"Yes," she answered matter-of-factly. "And I only jumped twice, for the record." Faking a coughing fit, I spat the word 'Liar!' out at her; she just shrugged and attempted to extricate herself from Alfred - attempt being the keyword. To sum this little fiasco up, she tried to stand, he tried to stop her, and (don't ask me how it happened other than they're both clumsy) they both ended up in a heap on the couch, limbs tangled to the point that no one could tell what belonged to who, hips squished together, and a blushing Alfred on top. Cue perverted laughter from the rest of us again.

After that, Angel growled out a 'good night' and pulled a dissapearing act, leaving Alfred at England and France's non-existent mercy. Hate eachother though they might, the two make pretty good team when they put their minds to it. It wasn't long after they started teasing him that poor little America scurried down the hall too - and left me with a devious plan forming in my mind.

"Anybody feel like helping me scare someone else half to death?" I asked casually, letting my gaze sweep the room's inhabitants.

"Kesesese! I'm in!"

"Is a little mean, but... da, sound like fun."

Oh yes, it will be very fun, Russia. Very fun... Mwa. Ha. Ha.

Mwahaha indeed; whatever could Nikki be plotting? Being that she is the criminal mastermind here (and Prussia and Russia are helping) this could get ugly if you're afraid of ghosts. ...Which, of course, America is. My my, this will be fun~!

Microwaves - Haha, thanks! I always go for humor (because I can't seem to live without it), and I'm pretty confident in that, but I wasn't sure how Spain was turning out. Nice to know I did something right ;) Glad you like the characters, and thanks for even reading in the first place! Hope the update was quick enough; hopefully I'll have the next one out before too long ^ ^